Tried to watch Ink the other day after having it get recommended to me from multiple people and I shut it off halfway through. First movie I haven't completed in a long *** time.

The protagonist in his entire existence throughout the movie is akin to trying to talk in a bad dream but you're muted at all instances where the simplest rational speech can defuse the situation at hand. The movie provoked me in a way that I wished I could transport myself as an invincible, machine-gun wielding symbol of terror into the movie universe only to absolutely massacre all that I saw. There wasn't a character in the movie that wasn't ****. I mean Tuttle was okay at best, but he was still trapped in the ****ed up dream they called reality.

OH, and Southland Tales. God damn what a miserable, incoherent piece of **** that movie was. I made it until the last quarter of the movie before I stopped paying attention entirely and went elsewhere to masturbate.

__________________Jlausen: "Think of what 90% of people do on PCP.

They rip their skin off and rape anything in sight. Basically a Shel Silverstein poem."

Passion of the christ. At first I was totally psyched by the trailors thinking, "Wow! Jesus can really take a punch. This is going to be a brutal 120 minuts." After sitting in the theater for an hour without any savage beatdown scenes I had to leave.